There is a rule in Driftwood Inn, spoken quietly and never questioned. "Do not remove the mask." Once a year, on the cusp of autumn and on the eve of the first frost, an unusual patron arrives before the tavern doors have even been creaked open. No one sees them enter when they come. No one ever quite remembers the spot in which they sat the year before.

The Weeping Hollow has long been empty- just fog, half buried stones, and the lingering echo of dreams never come to fruition. It lays on a winding path heading northwest from the Outlook just before the Sirencester Sea air salts the senses. No one went there unless they were trying to forget something- or rid their thoughts of someone.

The orchard wasn't found on any map. It never had been. It appeared once a month, on the final night of the waning moon before giving into blackness, when the air grew thick and the stars seemed crammed against one another in the vast sky.

These beautiful creatures display an overwhelming prowess at circumnavigating unforgiving mountain ranges and the densest portions of the forests.

For this chapter, we shall be observing the Bosthog, one of the world’s most naturally gifted creatures, and most cherished live-stock by many.

Lithoterria is fractured, marred, and most of it is covered in a shroud of Mists that hide terrifying mutative monsters born of...

From a silver needle and colorful thread, so many little wonders are born.

"Papavera is a name synonymous with many things. The drugs that your healers provide you? Herbs in your alchemist’s lab?"

A quick guide to the basics of the culinarian tenet of talent.

"You know Nexicorp gets pissy with us when we don’t hit our quotas, Joseph. You’re lucky I finished my weekly for component 356’s." ...

Through the lens of their keen intellect, the Ceth transformed magic like a sculptor wields clay.

"There is a reason why we Eolo are the only ones to perform the art of sealing magic. "

"...And that is how you create greenwill oil, Jacob!" "A horribly dull process, I know, but as my protégé, it’s what you’ll be working on...

"When I was a kid, I used to fly high and far." "I suppose most would see it as running away from home, but I always came back, and more...

A blacksmith has to start somewhere. While the items being made at the beginning won’t be masterpieces, with some time and muscle memory...

In the annals of Lithoterria's history, there exists a harrowing chapter known as "The Rise of the Mists."